How do I tell me I'm not a lost soul
how do I tell me I haven't lost control
with mind so strong, yet body so frail
I know in my heart I always will fail
my soul is my true self, locked into this Flesh
I do so, at times, yearn for its Mortal Death
I am not me, I am not free, for I am not I
and know, day by day, the pain grows inside
live every day, yet not a true life
an existence is all, filled with sorrow and strife
to be more than me, not locked inside this cage
my Anger, my Pain, oh, still they do Rage
why must my heart lay dormant on some shelf
to be free, to me, is that to much to ask
my heart is not here, with my soul it does bask
in the fire of my own so personal Hell
fires of flesh chilling cold, my walls are built well
a cold, cold life, this flesh still lives on
will anyone miss me, when truly I am gone.....
